Have you ever wondered who will come try to save you from killing yourself?
Or, furthermore, who will be the person to hear your dying words?
Or, furthermore, who will read your suicide note?
Or, furthermore, who will show up to your funeral with a tear in their eye once you've gone?
Have you ever wondered who truly cares about you enough to do all these things?

Have you ever wondered who is going to cry when they find out you're dead
and who is going to be just fine?
Have you ever wondered what will become of the ones you love once you've moved on?
Will they suffer in turmoil and angst,
Or will they live on as if you never left
or possibly, as if you never even came?
What about once they find out how you died? Will they suffer then?

What if your death causes another death?
What if the person you thought your whole life would never love you back
was thinking the same about you?
What if you being gone is too much to bear?
How would you feel if you knew you dying would **** someone else?
Would you still do it without any regrets?

What about now?
If you had all this information stored up in your pocket,
would it be enough to throw away the razor?
Drop the knife?
Unload the gun?
Take the noose off the ceiling fan?
Back away from the cliff?
Could you survive simply because you understood how much people really care about you?
Or would it not be enough?

It's unfortunate that we don't learn how much we are loved until after we are too dead to know.

{alaska}